Synchronicity II

Synchronicity, 5 minutes

Synchronicity II

Lyrics

The Police

Another suburban family morningGrandmother screaming at the wallWe have to shout above the din of our rice crispiesWe can't hear anything at allMother chants her litany of boredom and frustrationBut we know all her suicides are fakeDaddy only stares into the distanceThere's only so much more that he can takeMany miles away something crawls from the slimeAt the bottom of a dark Scottish lakeAnother industrial ugly morningThe factory belches filth into the skyHe walks unhindered through the picket lines today,He doesn't think to wonder whyThe secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,But all he ever thinks to do is watch,And every single meeting with his so-called superiorIs a humiliating kick in the crotchMany miles away something crawls to the surfaceOf a dark Scottish lochAnother working day has endedOnly the rush hour hell to facePacked like lemmings into shiny metal boxesContestants in a suicidal raceDaddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distanceHe knows that something somewhere has to breakHe sees the family home now looming in the headlightsThe pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs acheMany miles away there's a shadow on the doorOf a cottage on the shoreOf a dark Scottish lake Many miles away